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The War of Terror
By Sonia Schreiber Weitz
Copyright © September, 2003
Another bomb… a shopping mall…
a restaurant… a bus…
and CNN informing us:
‘the footage is explicit’
we brace again to see the slaughter
of Israeli sons and daughters…
Don’t let the memory fade away
so they may live another day -
give them a name, give them a face…
beside the bloody piece of lace
the water can, the hunk of hair…
a single sneaker (beyond repair)
an army boot… but o, so small…
a woman-
a stack of books next to a child -
a father running, screaming, wild…
a farmer with a severed arm
is standing up among the dead…
and the tourist has gone mad.
Give them a name, give them a face…
‘cause on Mt.Herzl a family prays
and lays to rest another son
next to the one
killed in ‘sixty-
o, merciful heaven
enough!!!
Yet, way down deep
I also weep
for the children
of my foe
and I know
that some day
peace will come…